Make me an instrument
Let me sing a tune
Because I'm wondering where the song went.
One with a divine touch
That only a mother can bring about
Whether it's mine, it doesn't matter much.
Made by the Author
Of love and understanding
Because He's the One that saw.
posted by _monica_ at Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I am Monica. I am an advisor and a warrior, a spiritual sniper -I may listen, and seem hesitant to reply, but when I do, more often than not, His wisdom hits you between the eyes. I am a literary craftswoman. God helps me to process concepts through imagery in literacy. So I use my words to create pictures, and pray best when I have a picture in mind. I am a chaplain. God uses my chaplain heart to easily relate to those who are lonely, hurt or rejected. In the past, I have been through significant hurt which allows me to empathise with those who also hurt. He has shown me that he is with me through it all - not in a distant, watchful way, but in a way that resembles an intimate dance. He is my life's breath. I am Seen. Seen by my heavenly father, even when others don't see me - and often they don't. My weakness and frailty, my anxiety and reluctance is often the conduit for God's strength to be seen and his glory known. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Matt 5:7
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